how many guises do we fly? Man within a bird's facade
a callow would-be deadly manufactured aviary, failures of body
and mind when we finally stood up Man yet bird dreaming
of vertiginous flight.
world of phobic loops sounding the flaring of untamed stars, with
stochastic harpoons piercing Athena's
hi-tech shield harmlessly hissing as our "apehood's fire"
parachutes down to a blushing Mars.
begin in testicular mazes, gods drafting to suffer their
pains as metaphors in their illusionary games.
red-eared, from listening to mythologies,
mystic flowers blooming in all directions petals flying
fluttering ropes, a belt of
inquisitive shells, bells, agravic shoes...
the feast of recidivist blood, life biodegraded
to molecular mud, only he will ascend, Kwahu